Clarke shrugged. "Work is fine, now that the truth spell is over. I stayed away from the network but I couldn't stay away from work. Let's just say sometimes too much honesty in the medical field is a very bad thing." Clarke kept telling people when they were going to die instead of encouraging them to hold on. It hadn't ended very well for any of them.
"How about you? Do you like working at the mechanic shop? I'm guessing yes." Clarke smiled at her softly before returning her attention to the walk. She might have guessed that working on modern cars and motorcycles, foreign as they may have felt at first, was a cakewalk compared to trying to just make things up all of the time. Raven was a genius. The job was probably too easy for her.
She was glad that they were heading towards Tavern on the Square. Clarke loved the fried pickles. It was only too bad that her issued ID stated that she was only eighteen years old so she couldn't order any of those fruity looking colorful drinks that people there loved. She and Lexa had tried to recreate the fishbowls at home but it had been a disaster.